The lion at Gun Hill

 The Lion at Gun Hill

 

From the Congo in Africa,

mantles and gateways,

man symbolizes his image

envious of his strength and his pose,

as they intimidate his roars,

my idol the Lion at Gun Hill

Under a very heavy solemn sense of responsibilities

he stood facing the north of the island

he wasn't just a statue, but an figurine

of the greatest lion ever lived.

I took some step and lay on his chest

he might be a statue,

nevertheless he understood,

and he knew me best,

be strong he roar!

You have been hurting for so long

the man need and love you too,

step back and let him hold you ,

but, for how long,

it was the trust, that over shadow me,

a fragile, jilted heart,

want to keep up apart,

an the lion roared

Oh! blow the trumpets,

he sense my pain,

he sense my fear,

on that wonderful summer day,

my feeling were entwined,

that was in two thousand and nine.

when I met a dearest friend of mine.

 Norman.F and the lion on gun hill.

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Cogerson 5 years ago from Virginia

Very nice...I enjoyed reading your hub...voted up


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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork Author

thank you Cogerson , it more to this lion ..more than his roars.

one love DL


Pj 5 years ago

Wonderful title and beautiful poem, I enjoyed so much reading it. This poem has a lot of freedom in its lines and also it leaves on with that feel good factor. Thank you so much for sharing this up lifting story.


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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork Author

thank you pj for commenting,

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